Category Archives: Children

Nancy (McNeilage’s daughter) writes: “ … I have been greatly grieved to learn that “Margaret” died suddenly early on Sabbath morning. For the last four months, Margaret has been lying in Whitehaven Infirmary, making a slow and tedious recovery from … Continue reading →

Dear Ailie. It is very queer about that ball bursting because I am sure you would be taking great care of it. Father should have asked, “Who burst the ball?” And the one who did it should go without a … Continue reading →

One of the articles in the Christmas box I sent (to the children) was, of course, a ball. It was not a football, nor a cricket ball, these being too dear — but a large bouncing rubber ball. I knew … Continue reading →

There is nothing like talk for developing the mind said a school master to me. Children should be encouraged to talk with their parents especially at meal-times. The difficulty I have with my boys is that few of them can … Continue reading →

A young woman got into the compartment carrying a child well muffled up, an older woman followed, and a young woman bade them good-bye from the platform, mingling with her adieus many exhortations to the woman with the child — … Continue reading →

Some weeks ago I told you how the little boys took me into a hut attached to a cattle shelter and told me what a lovely place it would be to sleep in with perhaps a young rabbit popping up … Continue reading →

Only one harvest day in a whole week. The floods subsided and a strong wind scattered the clouds, leaving, stretches of blue sky from which the sun sent down his beams to help in the drying of the poor weather … Continue reading →

We read that football teams for girls are being formed in various parts of the country and the illustrated pages of the dailies is enlivened by pictures of young women clad in short wide trousers and striped jerseys enjoying themselves … Continue reading →

As I write, the water cart, attended by two men and a boy, passes on its way to the one remaining pond that is not totally dried up. That is slowly but surely becoming a lake of mud. I went … Continue reading →

On my way to church one morning I met four little girls under school age, bareheaded in private checked prints enjoying themselves in the sunshine. One of them carried a bunch of blue harebells. She stopped and held out a … Continue reading →